This is a song about "Al lugha"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

My kick game be making fifa envy

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,